Poem: In My Heart I Reserve (for Zulu-Like Brides)

Oni Abidemi Martins August 11, 2015


My profession
Love condescending who cares!
This abstract, my gospel
An enjoyable epithet

My possession
Quite episodic
Without grip of freezing fear
Jealousy seems an option
One back facing the other
An ocean-wide

But for these
Your thoughts clutching my chest
Spreading ecstasy
And aura of lovemaking
Your touch, motherly
Your smile, reverend

You are my poem
Your self-stolen spaces
In my heart I reserve as dear

You are the day
Day glorious I wake up
Like a sunrise to glorify

I am the night
You the full moon
Can they separate?
Can we?
So are we love
So our love

Last Edited by:Abena Agyeman-Fisher Updated: March 25, 2016


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